Sangtekst: Newsboys. Step Up to the Microphone. Always.

What were you thinking? I got a right to ask
Is there a reason other than your past
A great pretender, why was I the last to see through your skin?
Is there a chance you'll ever change?

It's always the same, you're always to blame
Is there any way around this I can't see?
You walked out on her, you planned to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger but it's killing me

What were you thinking? Were you thinking of me?
Did you see what they wrote on the family tree?
I know it's over, all in the past
I need to forgive you if I'm to last, will I ever change?

It's always the same, you're always to blame
Is there any way around this I can't see?
You walked out on her, you planned to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger but it's killing me

It's always the same, you're always to blame
Is there any way around this I can't see?
You walked out on her, you planned to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger

Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night an' day
Washed by the sun dried by the rain
To be my father in the fatherless days

Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night an' day
Washed by the sun dried by the rain
To be my father in the fatherless days

Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night an' day
Washed by the sun dried by the rain
To be my father in the fatherless days
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